Pillar of Yita

There indeed were such people—

Sonan Steelbrow scratched his beard, letting out a slightly annoyed sigh, almost able to see the smug face of Ande Ulriel. He thought the little princess of the Westwood Sibika family was just playing around, who knew she would take it seriously and even learn this skill.

What frustrated him the most was that even he didn’t know this skill.

This path is called ’Rose Path.’

It was discovered by an Alchemist during a bet with the Little Fairies, and to win this bet, that Alchemist spent ten years. To the Old Dwarf, this could almost be considered the most boring bet in Eteliria’s history, and the person involved was indeed extraordinarily boring.

Because the wager was nothing more than an ordinary Magic Pocket Watch.

Yet, in Eteliria’s history, this Alchemist was famous. Because he had a pseudonym, called Luo Zhen.

He was also the founder of the Rose Workshop.

This path isn’t complicated.

But remembering the exact position of its 144 Structural Points requires an astonishing memory, and even in the Westwood Sibika family, not every Alchemist can remember this path.

The previous one named Alesio Xilin Sibika was the father of the current head of the Red Rose family and the grandfather of the little princess. And the next one didn’t really belong to the Sibika family and wasn’t even an Alchemist.

This made Sonan Steelbrow sigh, it seemed to symbolize the decline of the Southern Alchemist Union, which used to be the birthplace of Rose Workshop and Emerald Bird Workshop, and today, it’s almost impossible to see genius Alchemists emerging from here.

He was a Dwarf, and Ande Ulriel actually was also an Alchemist from the North. Prince Coleman wants to restore the glory of the Southern Alchemist Union, but how could that be easy?

Amidst a series of surprised whispers, Hilveld moved another step forward.

Eighty-nine nodes, ninety-seven nodes.

In the hall, people seemed to have just noticed a competition happening over here, more and more people gathered around, after all, they were mostly Continental League participants, and interested in the competition among craftsmen.

Moreover, they wanted to take the opportunity to understand the level of their opponents.

Zheng Yongzai’s forehead was densely covered with sweat.

He had already calculated that if he had just focused on further expanding his advantage earlier, the opponent might not have truly caught up with him, considering his initial advantage was indeed too large.

But because of his own mistake, it’s now hard to say—

He couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.

Zheng Yongzai was well aware of himself, and at the last moment, he was almost certain to make a mistake due to nervousness, so if he only maintained this little advantage, losing in the end was probably a high-probability event.

The young man took a deep breath, becoming even more flustered inside, while Vikki also stopped, anxiously watching the final situation—he couldn’t help but look up at the opponent, a strange thought crossing his mind.

She must be disappointed, right?

With this thought, his hands slipped even more.

And this mistake caused the crowd to let out a low gasp, indicating that Hilveld’s light had steadily caught up. Seeing this, people became curious, as every participant who made it this far was an elite among elites—how could such a low-level mistake still occur?

”Is he from the Ancient Tower Artisan Guild?”

”Didn’t they say the club was strong this year?”

”I don’t think so.”

These words drilled into the young man’s ears, further distracting him, slowing his connection speed even more. Vikki, watching below, became both angry and anxious, finally unable to resist shouting to the people beside her:

”What are you arguing about? Can’t you be quiet!?”

If it were anyone else, they might have started a fight over this. But Vikki, clearly taking advantage of her natural advantage as a beautiful girl, had the speaker muttering under their breath, but not arguing with her in front of the crowd.

Vikki frowned, turning back.

In the Star Sphere, the two lights had only a sliver between them.

And on the field, Zheng Yongzai just happened to see the scene of Vikki standing up for him, and for some reason, it reminded him of the match at the Elpaxin Artisan Association.

It was exactly the same then as it is now, they just barely missed winning, but in the end, it was that boy, whose name he still didn’t know, who flipped their entire team single-handedly.

Sometimes he would recall that scene in his dreams, and after that match, Vikki secretly cried several times.

He suddenly paused, a flash of insight crossing his mind.

In front of everyone, the young man stretched out his hand, instinctively made a mimicking motion.

At that moment, the hall suddenly fell silent—

In the basement, Luo Yu softly gasped.

Even Fang Hong couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment. Because he noticed that Hilveld’s opponent’s light spot, after a brief pause, suddenly split into two, tracing out two entirely different boundary lines within the Star Sphere.

Bright light, one continued to climb upwards. And the other extended along Hilveld’s path.

Multiple Parallel.

Though still just the rudimentary form of this skill.

But Fang Hong could clearly see that the opponent’s skill had a strong personal style—it was evident in Shana’s training software, where every person’s technical style varied greatly.